Winter..for those who fish, cold bites don your lungs, fingers like pierced with needles, feet, slow burn. When the sun is out, it brings tears to our eyes, the snow is eating our feet making a strange sound, like a wolvering eating us. Sky can be white and dark at the same time, crushing us and shrinking daylight. Between birth and death all at once with one constant, cold.  [vimeo https://vimeo.com/60665534]